Whiteout by Tins
Right now I�m sitting on the past,
The sun is like an arrow.
Ain�t that my thoughts? Ain�t that my chest?
I�m burning out, I�m burning out
And you wonder why I�m not feeling well at all.
A court in my brain, I�m starting for attention
Caught it out the blame for a bad idea
It makes it hard, it makes it hard
�though it�s always hard.
I fight to the death for your sake.
When the morning is over,
Would you look after me and think?
If we ever get out,
Would you look after me?
When the morning is over,
Would you look after me and think?
If we�re ever allowed,
Would you look after me?
Bring out, I�m targeting my dreams,
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